Arcadia - Clutch

Captain America, where are you now?

Minute-Man, please show me how

To wash this blood from my hands, make it go away

The evils of my forefathers pale to those today

Sins of gods run through the head, a second genesis

Some have called it ignorance, others have called it bliss

I’ve done my time, liberate me

I have done my penance, inebriate me

The truth of it all

The truth of it all

Inebriate me

Inebriate me